Recently I have taken up running and last night I accomplished a mile. For many, that might not be very far, but for me it was huge. Now, granted, I didn’t run the whole mile straight, but in increments.
Why did I start running? Well, honestly I have to thank George as the one to inspire me to start it up. George is in really good physical shape and he runs. Recently he told me about an 8 mile run he did. 8 miles! I can’t even dream of that right now and I’m not sure I will ever get there, but that’s not the point. George is the reason I wanted to try running.
I think one of the other reasons for deciding to tackle something that I’ve tried before and said, ‘No way am I ever going to do that again”, was because in the last month I lost 8 pounds due to a jello and ice water diet. (no, that was not intentional, but due to some health issues) While loosing that much weight wasn’t quite what I had been going for, I had needed it. It kind of became my reason to keep it off. I’ve wanted to lose about 15 pounds for a while and now that half of it is gone…. What’s stopping me from those extra few? Pretty much only myself is stopping me.
I’ve run three times since starting two, almost three, weeks ago. I know, that means I’m running once a week. Not much, but on the off days I’m biking uphill into town for the mail, or to go to the library, or well, just whenever I need to go into town. That little bit extra keeps me going.
Is running fun? Not really, at least not at first. But there I was finishing up running half a mile thinking to myself, only two more laps and I have a mile. I can do this. After the 3/4 mark I was grinning. Beet red and glowing (I.E. sweating) I thought I might not make it, but I pushed. That last 1/4 mile was kind of killer. But you know, I made it. I finished out the running on one of my new favorite songs (One Direction’s “That’s What Makes You Beautiful”) Don’t go off on that, I like funky music. I was so red and gasping for air. I was tired and hot, but I felt great. Talk about a high. I was buzzing. It might have been from lack of oxygen, but I really think it was that adrenaline rush. And talk about a rush. I was glowing, not sweating but actually glowing, for about two hours afterwards.
So, after some really bad dance moves and jiggles on the football field (where I ran) and a nice bike ride home I was wired. I can’t wait to tell George who recently told me that first run is horrible. Man was he right, but he was also right that it gets better. Damn straight it gets better.
I can’t wait for my next run. It might not be till next week, but I seriously can’t wait.
On a side note, the running made me inspired to write more. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it was the high. (and pardon that rhyme)